so i thought i'd be good, pick my lazy ass off the bed and get to the library so i can do some work, right? wrong.
now i'm sitting in the library, falling asleep, wanting so desperately to just pack my sorry ass off back to hall to sleep. the only thing keeping me here is the brilliant air conditioning. the only thing keeping me awake in my little antarctica is my terribly annoying cough.
and i really want to get on with my philo paper, writing abt animal and human experimentation (oh yippee.), but everytime i pick up an article, gravity works its magic on my defenceless eyelids.
and i chanced upon the sappiest song last night, i would've loved you anyway by trisha yearwood. anyone cares to send it to me? (:
